Simple, What are you afraid of? Like what makes you sieze up and what do you hate?
I hate latters, They scare the living gak out of me for some reason im not sure of, same with stairs.
Im also afraid of driving at night, people seem to get crazy driving at night.

Heights and clothes shopping.

 hotsauceman1 wrote:
I hate latters

Ladders? I used to be afraid of heights as a child, but having to work on ladders, elevated platforms, and in shafts helped me get over it.

I'm terrified of hypodermic needles (borderline trypanophobia) and things like having to have blood drawn can cause me to pass out. That and house centipedes. I don't mind spiders and other creepy crawlies, but house centipedes give me the willies real bad.

Getting a papercut on my eyeball, burning to death or being eaten alive.

Needles and wasps.

Spiders and DBQ's.

Death. Just... death.

empty buildings. They scare the feth out of me. Just looking into empty windows makes me feel like I'm being watched and judged.

I love living in the city, but the sheer number of abandoned buildings literally paralyzes me with fear, to the point that I can't walk around at night. I'm not afraid of people, but the streets and streets of uninhabited buildings watching me.

Emptyness in general is horrifying. when you're out in the middle of nowhere, not a soul in reach and miles and miles of empty space separating you from where you need to be.

blindness. I would rather slit my throat than be blind. or deaf. I would rather slit my throat than a lot of things, but those in particular.

Mutilation. Mutilation is horrifying.

I dunno, I always found a beauty to emptiness. Like this is what reality would be like if we weren't here. As if I'm observing what no one else is and that fact makes it more special.

Though empty buildings are creepy. Especially big ones.

Windows during the night.

I love big windows during the day time, lots of light and pretty views.

But at night, just having those giant black squares staring back at me...I'm always expecting something to suddenly show up.

Spiders. I talk to the one that likes to weave webs in front of my door every day, attempting to placate it with niceties so that when I come home at night there isn't a great big web hitting me in the face as I walk sleepily to the door.

Monkeys...I hate and fear them...a monkey chased me in Bali and I've never run so fast in my life. Dirty little buggers!

heights.
in fifth grade we had to climb a telephone pole and jump off (harnessed of course)
I got three quarters of the way, jumped off and cried for 15 minutes.

when I was 4-8 I was terrified that my mother would matrix out and turn into an agent. I thank my dad for that.

1. That scene where Aragorn opens up the two giant doors in the LoTR (Oh please no stop it ;-; mom sister stop replaying this scene)
2. Clothing shopping... Why?
3. (it is illogical) immortality
4. Being alone (in the true lone sense. Everybody you know leaving you, forgetting you, etc)

 TheCustomLime wrote:
Death. Just... death.

What about it? I'm fine with death, but when trying to think myself into either end of the spectrum, I just draw a blank and struggle to understand not being, I just imagine myself in a vacuum that contains no light, no heat no air, no noise, just and endless void. Like a mind permanently trapped within itself, free to slip into madness. That's when I get claustrophobic, and also realize I don't have a frame of reference, can't understand not being, and then try to work it out all the more, making me about as big As this wee pixel on your screen right------------->. Here.

Candleja---

The slow and inevitable passage of time implacably destroying everyone and everything I hold dear.

Also jellyfish, screw jellyfish.

Bees and raccoon. Apparently, I just learned that the plural form of raccoon is also raccoon. I was chased by a rabid one when I was a kid. I suppose I should be afraid of rabies instead, but my youthful mind became afraid of raccoon. They don't bother me at all on tv, while bees in all forms and photography scare the hell out of me. Feth bees. They all need to die. The wasps have to go first. If it flies and it stings you, I consider it a bee. The list is long. Let them all die.

edit-apparently I have to edit my post, because the site found the shortening of the word "raccoon" to be racist. Clearly I am talking about the furry little garbage digging varmint that carries rabies, not any member of the human race. Grrr...

Small spaces where I can't move or turn around.

Being hated by people. The thought that someone might hold a grudge against me and might use that grudge against me can lead to several days full of worry, especially if that person is someone I know or if that person has already done something bad to me because of the hate. Because of this, I tend to apologize quite a bit for things I have or might not have even done and stay away from debates or conflicts.

Uncontrolled dogs that are too powerful/numerous for me to easily overcome.

 poda_t wrote:

 TheCustomLime wrote:
Death. Just... death.

What about it? I'm fine with death, but when trying to think myself into either end of the spectrum, I just draw a blank and struggle to understand not being, I just imagine myself in a vacuum that contains no light, no heat no air, no noise, just and endless void. Like a mind permanently trapped within itself, free to slip into madness. That's when I get claustrophobic, and also realize I don't have a frame of reference, can't understand not being, and then try to work it out all the more, making me about as big As this wee pixel on your screen right------------->. Here.

That's the thing. There's nothing. Your mind isn't there at all. You can't perceive what's there since you are no longer there. And the fact that we all end is, what I feel, the great cosmic horror.

If you want to know what not existing is like, consider this: Hours go by between you dreaming and you waking up. It felt like the dream had just ended when you woke up didn't it? That "void" between you stop dreaming and you waking up is pretty much what nonexistence is like.

Horses, cows, bulls, basically any big 4 legged animal in a field.

In re enactment, when I run away from the horse it is not re enactment, it is real terror, they scare the gak out of me.

Worms and maggots too, hate the damn things so much i cannot go within a foot of them...ewww

Needles. Many biology lessons have ended with me passed out on the floor when something gory is mentioned. Of course, being a halfwit I went to give blood once to try to get over it. Didn't work, I had a panic attack and passed out on the bed and my girlfriend had to look after me for roughly an hour afterwards. Pretty ironic though that I do fencing, which is essentially being repeatedly stabbed with a giant needle.

Swarms of things, particularly insects. It's not so much of a fear, but when you see a bunch of ants swarming over something it just makes my skin crawl so much.

Public speaking.

Thunder and thunderstorms.

Even Minecraft thunderstorms stress me out.

Most insects (particularly spiders and wasps) and ESPECIALLY mantids, crickets, grasshoppers.
(basically, any insects that can sting or bite, and are capable of sudden rapid erratic movements)

and in it's own entry because I hate them so much: MOTHS!

Bodies of water that I cannot see the bottom of.

Any form of dentistry, but this is due to a bad experience with a poorly executed root canal when I was about 14, last time I had a filling done I gripped the chair so hard I left nail marks

Heights.

I'm a student pilot. Go figure.

I'm good in an aircraft, but I shake when I have to climb on top of the damn thing for the inspection.

Being tortured by a very skilled sadist who can keep me alive as long as possible with sterilized torturing gear and does things like slowly flaying my skin while I'm conscious, pulling out fingernails and removing other appendages. Basically the pain and fear of extended torment, not so much fear of death by torture.

Fear of failure would be another to a certain extent but not to the point where I would freeze and go into a fetal position about it.

Getting sodomized would probably be another. DON'T DROP THE SOAP!

Deep water. Even just a picture or video involving really deep, dark ocean scares me shitless.

I've participated in an autopsy and have no qualms with decaying flesh and maggots (I had to do some college lab simulations involving the decay of chickens after they'd been maimed in different ways).

However, I absolutely hate deep water/swimming in general. I have no idea why, but it's my greatest fear.

Sea monsters.

Being in a lock room with Kronk.......

 Jihadin wrote:
Being in a lock room with Kronk.......

That sounds like a dream come true.

 azazel the cat wrote:
Sea monsters.

You win thread.

But for the game's sake :

Real fears
1. Being a civilian caught in a war.
2. Having my heels slit.
3. General fears about amputation/paralysis
4. Having the tip of my tongue being repeatedly paper-cutted. Yeah.

Frights
1. Spiders. fething spiders.
2. Horses. fething horses.

 TheCustomLime wrote:

 poda_t wrote:

 TheCustomLime wrote:
Death. Just... death.

What about it? I'm fine with death, but when trying to think myself into either end of the spectrum, I just draw a blank and struggle to understand not being, I just imagine myself in a vacuum that contains no light, no heat no air, no noise, just and endless void. Like a mind permanently trapped within itself, free to slip into madness. That's when I get claustrophobic, and also realize I don't have a frame of reference, can't understand not being, and then try to work it out all the more, making me about as big As this wee pixel on your screen right------------->. Here.

That's the thing. There's nothing. Your mind isn't there at all. You can't perceive what's there since you are no longer there. And the fact that we all end is, what I feel, the great cosmic horror.

If you want to know what not existing is like, consider this: Hours go by between you dreaming and you waking up. It felt like the dream had just ended when you woke up didn't it? That "void" between you stop dreaming and you waking up is pretty much what nonexistence is like.

but is it? in that drifting moment between moments, you do retain your consciousness, you are aware of your environment. The slightest thought slips into a dream-state, the slightest outside input shifts you out "into the waking world", and it's not a perfect constant metastate. Inevitably you will fall into one state or the other, you will either wake, or sleep. The moment I begin to construct a picture of sheer nothingness around me and a complete void of space, I begin to get incredibly claustrophobic, and start to feel my sanity slipping. I start to shut off parts of me, feeling the loss of my limbs, my eyes, my ears, constraining my presence to just a consciousness of thought where time, space, motion, energy.... everything is meaningless, and that's where I I'm afraid to go past. On the one hand it feels like an incredible experiment for experiences' sake, but on the other hand, it feels like there's a Lovecraftian horror on the other side of that gate which can only be unlocked by letting my mind unhinge itself, and in a sense, that fear of the other side, whether it's truly empty or the playground of other things that also sparks fear in me. I'm a pretty rational, grounded person, with a deep appreciation for science and the explanation of the world around us. But cut that away, and fall into the mind.....

aaargh!!!!

Well in know how to conquor Dakka

But anyway, my fears are going blind and deaf. I cant imagine being unable to see or hear. Being short sighted is bad enough.
Also, losing limbs. I value myself. The most I could lose is my pinkies.
And MLP. MLP scares the feth outa me.
Failure. I will never fail.

Im not scared of the dark. Infact, I love it. I can actually see very well in the dark, almost as well as in a lit environment. By contrast my eyes are very sensitive to light. Even on cloudy days I have to keep my eyes low or end up with eye ache. I usually have my house unlit when my family is out at night, save the room where I am in. I have a single lamp or two on. Just enough to illuminate my work area.
Im not scared of dead things either. Death is just that, dead.

I also fear stinging insects...

Spiders.
Women.
And Spiderwomen.

But really, heights. I've done abseiling, rock climbing, rollercoasters (eg the big one in blackpool - 300ft) been in planes, helicopters, on top of cliffs etc... I just hate them.
The last time I went on a climbing wall, I got halfway up and went 'You know what? I'm not being chased up this thing, so I'm going to go to the bottom and have a nice sit down. I've proved if it's life or death I could get straight up this with no problem, but as it isn't life or death, I can go have a cup of tea instead.

 PredaKhaine wrote:
Women.

That could mean so many things, but it still doesn't make it any less bizarre.

Something happening to my baby boy. You can't watch them all the time...

Spiders mostly ( and some of the sheep. )

This is not arachnophobia, though. Not in this country.

A phobia is an IRRATIONAL fear.
It's QUITE RATIONAL to be afraid of wildlife in this country. Every other one will kill you.

 Cheesecat wrote:

 PredaKhaine wrote:
Women.

That could mean so many things, but it still doesn't make it any less bizarre.

I was aiming for comedy...

Bruce: What about you, Coop?
Cooper: Spiders. And women. And... spider-women.

Dog Soldiers
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0280609/quotes
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0280609/?ref_=ttqu_ql

Big cockroaches pretty much sum it up what I refuse to deal with, unless I have a can of bug spay in my hand at the time. Ditto for big ass spiders.

 slk28850 wrote:
Getting a papercut on my eyeball

And now I have a new fear...

 PredaKhaine wrote:

 Cheesecat wrote:

 PredaKhaine wrote:
Women.

That could mean so many things, but it still doesn't make it any less bizarre.

I was aiming for comedy...

Bruce: What about you, Coop?
Cooper: Spiders. And women. And... spider-women.

Dog Soldiers
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0280609/quotes
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0280609/?ref_=ttqu_ql

Sorry I misread your post, now I see the silliness of it doesn't help that it's 3:40 am here I should get some sleep.


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 Evil_Toast wrote:
Big cockroaches pretty much sum it up what I refuse to deal with, unless I have a can of bug spay in my hand at the time. Ditto for big ass spiders.

 slk28850 wrote:
Getting a papercut on my eyeball

And now I have a new fear...

Yeah that seems brutal.

 Blacksails wrote:
Heights.

I'm a student pilot. Go figure.

I'm good in an aircraft, but I shake when I have to climb on top of the damn thing for the inspection.

I'm not crazy about heights, but have no issues with flying (I used to take lessons myself). I think it's not really a fear of heights, but a fear of falling. And sitting in a plane (even a little Cessna 152), you don't feel an obvious risk of falling the way you do standing on a ladder, etc.

I think I got off pretty easy in the phobia department, overall. I'm squeamish about eye injuries. I guess that counts...I've known others who feel similarly, although I've never actually seen a name for it. It's not a paralyzing thing.

 poda_t wrote:
but is it? in that drifting moment between moments, you do retain your consciousness, you are aware of your environment. The slightest thought slips into a dream-state, the slightest outside input shifts you out "into the waking world", and it's not a perfect constant metastate. Inevitably you will fall into one state or the other, you will either wake, or sleep. The moment I begin to construct a picture of sheer nothingness around me and a complete void of space, I begin to get incredibly claustrophobic, and start to feel my sanity slipping. I start to shut off parts of me, feeling the loss of my limbs, my eyes, my ears, constraining my presence to just a consciousness of thought where time, space, motion, energy.... everything is meaningless, and that's where I I'm afraid to go past. On the one hand it feels like an incredible experiment for experiences' sake, but on the other hand, it feels like there's a Lovecraftian horror on the other side of that gate which can only be unlocked by letting my mind unhinge itself, and in a sense, that fear of the other side, whether it's truly empty or the playground of other things that also sparks fear in me. I'm a pretty rational, grounded person, with a deep appreciation for science and the explanation of the world around us. But cut that away, and fall into the mind.....

aaargh!!!!

If you're self-aware during your sleep, then it's not dreamless sleep that you're talking about.

Bringing home a "lola" from a bar...


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 hotsauceman1 wrote:

 Jihadin wrote:
Being in a lock room with Kronk.......

That sounds like a dream come true.

Everyone loves a Kronking!

 RossDas wrote:
Uncontrolled dogs that are too powerful/numerous for me to easily overcome.

Dachshundskrieg is not going to go well for you.

Me? I depserately fear that when I am the sole winner of Tuesday Megamillions $139mm, that it might corrupt me somehow.

And scorpions. They scare the bejebus out of me.

And hurricanes.

And tornadoes.

Earthquakes, no way, I love 'em.

But yea scorpions are eight levels of wrong.

I've always been quite afraid of torture and/or a slow death.

Now, however, most of my fears revolve around something bad happening to my kids. When my son was about 1 and a half I had a recurring thought that I might die, but the fear was that he would be too young to have any memory of me.

 d-usa wrote:
I also fear stinging insects...

Also add D-USA's new avatar. It scares me deep down to my bones.


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 chromedog wrote:
Spiders mostly ( and some of the sheep. )

This is not arachnophobia, though. Not in this country.

A phobia is an IRRATIONAL fear.
It's QUITE RATIONAL to be afraid of wildlife in this country. Every other one will kill you.

God made Australia to train the Faithful.

I have an... Odd one.

There was a 2nd Ed Battletech boxset in my local geek sop, but it was sold before i could get it (literaly a few hours before i could)
I now have fears of some 10 yearold getting it and trashing it. Weird i know, but still, i have shivers down my spine from just the thought of the paper tearing.

My major fear and totally irrational fear it is is a hatred of fine powders touching my skin- it makes my skin crawl. Flour, talcum powder and fine sanded beaches can all royally go get fethed. I'm sure I am very comical to watch walking up the beach in bare feet.

My 2nd most major fear is of something happening to my eyes. This is so bad that with my chronic blink reflex it can take them about 15 minutes to do the air blow test at the optometrists - and even though they dont get the best image.


My other fear is horses, I cross the road to avoid the untrustworthy long headed clowns. I like all other forms of grass eating mammals but for some reason I dislike horses immensely.

Spiders and tight places

I fear everything, and nothing.

 Frazzled wrote:

 chromedog wrote:
Spiders mostly ( and some of the sheep. )

This is not arachnophobia, though. Not in this country.

A phobia is an IRRATIONAL fear.
It's QUITE RATIONAL to be afraid of wildlife in this country. Every other one will kill you.

God made Australia to train the Faithful.

Nope, Australia was perfectly fine. Until the Tyranid scout ship crashed there.

Those dumb long leg mosquito's that don't even sting you.

That's about it.

I'm adding your Avatar Soladrin. It's staring at me.

Willem Dafoe approves.

1. heights- feth no. Just, just, feth no.
2. Deep water- I am terrified of the dark, and the ocean, so I hate the deep dark that's down there.
3. Somewhere where I can't turn around- literally. Storm drains. Etc.
4. Myself- to be honest Turning out like my dad is one of my worst fears.
5. Spiders- worst fear to have here, they are fething everywhere, watching, waiting, ready to- *vomits*

Quick question-
Why scared of bees? Their fluffy and cute.
Wasps are pretty.
Hornets are nasty mother fethers who NEED to be DESTORYED.

Hornets are wasps.

If it flies and looks like a bee it is under the category of "Kill with fire"

But bees are calm it's wasps you need to be worried about.

BURN THEM ALL!!!!!!

 Cheesecat wrote:
But bees are calm it's wasps you need to be worried about.

Bees can be aggressive, especially when they build a nest in your tool shed.

Commitment




Also spider webs. not the spiders. just the webs. TZEENCH BE DAMNED!

Watching people walk through a spider web and then doing the Heebie-Jeebie dance fills my evil heart with joy!

 kronk wrote:
Watching people walk through a spider web and then doing the Heebie-Jeebie dance fills my evil heart with joy!

The Heebie-Jeebie dance knows no discrimination.

You can be a tiny girly-nerd or a 350 lb NFL linebacker. When your face hits the spider web we all dance the same...

Swimming in deep water and large crowds.

Both are silly because I love boating, and I'm always going to concerts.

And spiders. I tried to leave those off...but feth spiders. Kill them, and their webs, with fire.

People who really like cats.

Not death - slowly ageing and decaying is much worse.

Although being eaten alive does not sound like fun

 Mr Morden wrote:


Although being eaten alive does not sound like fun

You just haven't met the right woman yet.

 mega_bassist wrote:
Swimming in deep water and large crowds.

Swimming in large crowds?


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 kronk wrote:
Watching people walk through a spider web and then doing the Heebie-Jeebie dance fills my evil heart with joy!

We have an alley down the side of our house. We have a spider who builds webs right across it.
I think he may be trying to catch people.
I always imagine him saying to his mate 'Dude, if I can get this right, we'll have food for YEARS.'

Meteor showers.

Blame Day of the Triffids for that one.

I used to be afraid of spiders. Then I moved into my current house, which had a mild brown recluse infestation. The things are horrible cowards luckily, and the glue traps sorted them out nicely. House centipedes give me a horrible case of the heebie jeebies, however. It's the legs. Nothing should have that many legs, let alone move like that. They're like tiny wriggling mustaches made of chitin...

In the less mundane department, death. Absolutely terrified of it, mostly the part where I stop existing, stop perceiving anything, and lose the capability to realize I'm not perceiving anything. If I were inclined to believe in hell, that'd be pretty close to it. On the bright side, it's been something of a boon in that said fear has helped with a couple bouts of depression and kept me from doing anything ill advised.

Angry bees, or wasps, hornets, yellowjackets, or their ilk.

Actually, mosquito's.
Last time I got bit, I ended up in hospital.

If I see one in my house it dies. No if's, no buts.
Everything else, we have a 'catch and release' policy

The Pink Elephants from Dumbo ...

Libyan jihadist hookers. Led zeppelin robots. Coffee being a dream.

The devil dogs from ghostbusters - particulary the one that chases Rick Moranis and ignores everyone else as it has 'chosen' him. It should've stopped to much half the crowd, but it ignored them completely.
Then the people ignore him during their dinner while he's banging on the window and screaming for help.
The stuff of nightmare's, especially for a 7 yr old. It didn't help that my parents house had big glass double doors, leading into an unlit garden. It was years before I went onto the back patio at night...

The Howling also scared me. But in my defense, I was 6 at the time...
Now that film is funny.

Gene wilder. Terrifying

 PredaKhaine wrote:
The devil dogs from ghostbusters - particulary the one that chases Rick Moranis and ignores everyone else as it has 'chosen' him. It should've stopped to much half the crowd, but it ignored them completely.
Then the people ignore him during their dinner while he's banging on the window and screaming for help.
The stuff of nightmare's, especially for a 7 yr old. It didn't help that my parents house had big glass double doors, leading into an unlit garden. It was years before I went onto the back patio at night...

The Howling also scared me. But in my defense, I was 6 at the time...
Now that film is funny.

The Ghost lady in the Library always scared the gak out of me in Ghostbusters

And the cyborg scene in Superman III always used to make me hide behind the settee

Aargh - I'd forgotten about the cyborg bit - when she's being wrapped up in wire....shudder...

I used to hide behind the settee for the Daleks, but then my mum put a telly behind the settee and I had nowhere to go...

I'm afraid of coral growing in my foot, or anywhere in my body.

I know fears are generally irrational, but coral...growing...on your body?

I'm officially scared of you Captain Fantastic.

The ghost in the library in ghost busters still cares me, Id forgotten about that , now i remember it...thanks

Cheesecat wrote:But bees are calm it's wasps you need to be worried about.

This. I like bees, and we have a large flower garden that attracts them during the summer. Their cute and fuzzy and people should respect them. Especially if they like Honey and mead.

d-usa wrote:

 kronk wrote:
Watching people walk through a spider web and then doing the Heebie-Jeebie dance fills my evil heart with joy!

The Heebie-Jeebie dance knows no discrimination.

You can be a tiny girly-nerd or a 350 lb NFL linebacker. When your face hits the spider web we all dance the same...

after years of tunnels and the such, i am immune to the dance. There comes a point, where your head breaches yet another spider web and you just think "meh".

Manchu wrote:People who really like cats.

You would be terrified of me then

 PredaKhaine wrote:

 mega_bassist wrote:
Swimming in deep water and large crowds.

Swimming in large crowds? '

Oh, hush. You know what I meant

Claustrophobia of extrmely tight spaces, in that I can't look down to see my feet and that my elbows cannot be moved from against my body.

Elevators, ducts I can crawl in, closets, I'm fine.

Pin my elbows to my side and prevent me from moving? Chaos.

 Laughing Man wrote:
I used to be afraid of spiders. Then I moved into my current house, which had a mild brown recluse infestation. The things are horrible cowards luckily, and the glue traps sorted them out nicely. House centipedes give me a horrible case of the heebie jeebies, however. It's the legs. Nothing should have that many legs, let alone move like that. They're like tiny wriggling mustaches made of chitin...

Those suckers will kill just about any other bug in your house though. They're awesome predators.

 Pilau Rice wrote:
And the cyborg scene in Superman III always used to make me hide behind the settee

While that scene didn't scare me, it was surprisingly creepy somehow, especially in the middle of a fairly silly movie.

 d-usa wrote:

 kronk wrote:
Watching people walk through a spider web and then doing the Heebie-Jeebie dance fills my evil heart with joy!

The Heebie-Jeebie dance knows no discrimination.

You can be a tiny girly-nerd or a 350 lb NFL linebacker. When your face hits the spider web we all dance the same...

Some mornings when walking to feed the horses (still dark out) I hit 2-3 webs in the face. I don't even flinch though it sucks when they are at eye level and get in your eyes, especially when your hands are full and you can't wipe them out.

I really can't think of anything that really scares me. There are things I don't like but I've always been able to handle them. I honestly can't imaging being 'paralyzed by fear'. Maybe fear of failure? But that tends to be a motivating factor for me.

Not being able to move my arms or legs.

Needles.

And insanity. I'm most terrified by losing my mind.

 Captain Fantastic wrote:
I'm afraid of coral growing in my foot, or anywhere in my body.

I..uh...What? I have to ask, where did this come from??

Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and 3?

I had an anxiety dream once that I was crawling a ventilation shaft and got stuck. So being locked in/buried alive I think is my main one. I blame Quentin Tarantino.

And then there's:
Insects that sting
Seaweed that touch me when I swim
Pissed off subscribers from my days as a paperboy (they haunt me to this day)
Oversleeping

Getting old and helpless.

People that have no business owning a gun walking around with one like a vigilante.

bees are cute, their fluffy and stuff.

wasps and hornets are completely different.
wasps are smaller than bees, they are also yellow.
hornets, on the other hand, are feth HUGE PEICES OF gak, and are orange.

I had the fun of having a swarm of yellow jackets build a nest in the hay bales. Only got stung three or four times attaching a tow chain to the two bales which made up the vast majority of their nest. They are nasty little devils.

I used to be scared of heights, then I worked on roofs.
I can't swim, but I've built rafts and boats as a kid.
Hating been penned in, didn't stop me from going under ground to work.
Death is ok.
Been totally paralyzed is scary.

Heights (even getting on a chair to change a lightbulb is iffy, but I think it's more the fear of falling and injuring oneself more than the fear of actually being up high).

Spiders.

Needles.

People wielding sharp objects near me or seeming to use them in a way that I believe they could end up injuring themselves; I can't watch people cut things against their thumb, for instance.

Pain, or rather sharp-feeling pain. I can tolerate throbbing or pounding pain like backache or headaches, but anything that involves piercing the skin... nope. Bruises I can deal with, cuts I cannot. On a morbid note, it's that fear that's stopped me self-harming; without it I don't doubt I'd have ended up trying it.

Social anxiety, including but not limited to a fear of speaking to people over the phone (more prevalent with strangers), a fear that I'll have a panic attack in public, a fear that I'll experience some other mental disturbance in public (such as forgetting a crucial word during speech, an action that still causes me to exhibit sudden surges of anger followed by being uneasy doing anything else but sitting quietly for a length of time), a fear that I'll be unable to cope with people's expectations combined with a fear that I'll be unable to suitably convey my difficulties with the task(s) assigned to me and/or a fear that whomever I'm telling won't understand. I'm going to assume you get the idea.

Living out my life alone. That's not so much living out my life in physical solitude as it is living a life without even a reciprocated sense of companionship.

That my life will be ruled by mental illness. I've experienced my own illness first-hand, and far worse ones about as close to first-hand as second-hand can get. I don't want to be that way, and I would save such a fate for only the very worst of my enemies, if anyone.

Dentists. (See, we're getting back into more 'normal' territory, now.)

Being faced with an no-win scenario, or at least a decision where the lesser evil is only lesser because there is a worse one, not necessarily because such an evil is tolerable.